Yashika

sitting on the park bench in the society garden, a paper cup of chai untouched beside her. She stares ahead, lost in her own world—thinking about her daughters.

A tear rolls down her cheek. She wraps her arms around herself slowly.

Kahaan kho gayi main... she whispers, barely audible.

Woh mujhe yaad bhi karte honge? she exhales shakily, pressing her palm against her chest.

The chai sits cold beside her. She doesn't move. She just... sits there.